Chapter 60 Plan

The moment Snape met Harry Potter's gaze, he felt dizzy and the world around him had changed. At the same time, Sherry, who was reading the textbook in his office, raised his mouth slightly.

Last time, when Harry had a magic riot, Sherry injected some of his own silver fire essence into Harry's meditation space in order to stabilize his meditation space that was about to break. With these silver fire essences as a foundation, Harry's meditation has improved by leaps and bounds. In this place that is completely controlled by him, any intruder will pay a painful price.

"Snotlout!" Snape returned to the time he least wanted to return to. A tall and handsome boy was pointing his wand at Snape, "Who wants to see what color underwear the snotlout is wearing?"

"Hanging upside down!" A force hung Snape upside down, and his robe hung down, covering his head. He kept struggling, and the people watching the excitement around him laughed.

An angry female voice came, "Potter, take Severus..." This was Lily's voice. Snape reacted all of a sudden, and the world was broken in an instant, and Harry's will was bounced out at once.

Snape looked at Harry with a gloomy face. Harry was also a little frightened, and there were some unspeakable feelings. Guilt, discomfort, and mixed with some dissatisfaction, which was hard to explain. Snape waved his wand and the door popped open, "Get out!"

"Professor Snape, I..." Snape took a step forward and stared at Harry's eyes, which were full of anger and hatred. "I said, get out!" The deep hatred startled Harry's heart, and he took a step back, and then left in a hurry.

"This is just a small lesson for you," Sherry sneered, "If you dare to do this again, things will never be so simple!" Dumbledore, the old man, was really suspicious. Although he was indeed just considering the peace of the magic world, this kind of calculation and temptation at all times was really annoying. If Sherry is really pissed off, the worst that can happen is that they will break up. Except for Dumbledore, is it really impossible to get the relics of the four founders?

Harry was shocked by the memory he saw. Every child thought that his father was extremely great and omnipotent at first. As he grew older, he realized that his father was actually an ordinary person. Harry always thought that his father was a good man, but from Snape's memory, he was more like a villain who bullied his classmates. He came to Sherry's office in a depressed mood and asked Sherry for help.

"I don't know much about your father's generation (I don't know), but if that's true, it can explain why Professor Snape always looks at you differently!" Sherry stroked his chin, "If you really want to know about your father, isn't there a more suitable person?"

Harry reacted, "Sirius? But he's not here now!"

Sherry took some of the Floo powder on the fireplace, threw it into the fireplace, and then shouted inside: "Sirius, your godson is looking for you!"

But after a moment, a head made of green flames emerged from the fireplace: "Harry, what's wrong? What happened?"

Sherry stretched and yawned, "You two can chat slowly, I'm going to sleep first, Harry, don't forget the curfew time." After that, he turned into a beam of light, flew into his bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

Sherry's body is completely made of energy, so there is no such thing as physical fatigue. Sleeping is naturally a casual mention. He just doesn't bother to care about this complicated love triangle.

Now the analysis of magic is becoming more and more difficult. If you rely entirely on your own analysis, you can probably complete the analysis of a series of first-level spells in about two years. But now, Sherry has to learn the knowledge of witchcraft and teach at Hogwarts, so he really can't spare much time to analyze the spells on the magic web. Of course, this doesn't mean that Sherry has given up analyzing spells. What he knows is truly his own. Sherry certainly understands this principle. Even if he swallows the corresponding magic items, it will only speed up the analysis process. It won't really be accomplished overnight and self-learning. In order to fully master the first layer of the magic web as soon as possible, Sherry has to speed up the speed of swallowing magic items.

By the way, I wonder how Dumbledore's Horcrux collection work is going? Thinking of this, Sherry flew directly to the vicinity of Gryffindor Tower, took out Tom Riddle's notebook from the Room of Requirement, and came to the outside of Dumbledore's office.

Sherry was about to knock on the door, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside the house, "Is it Professor Su? Come in!"

Sherry pushed the door open and found that only Dumbledore was inside. It just so happens that some words are not suitable for others to hear. He put the worn notebook on the table in front of Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, have you got all the Horcruxes?"

The white-bearded old man nodded, opened the drawer of his desk, and took out a palm-high golden cup from it. Then the golden cup tilted, and a ring inlaid with black gems slid from the cup mouth to the table. Sherry opened the perspective of detecting magic and looked at the two Horcruxes.

Dumbledore's office can be said to be full of magical items. Magical auras of various colors and forms constantly intertwine, collide, and merge in this room, making the world in Sherry's eyes appear particularly colorful. But even so, the golden cup was still what Sherry noticed at first sight. There was no other reason, this thing was too eye-catching.

This golden cup is the Hufflepuff's golden cup. The body of this cup is only palm-high, but the magical aura around it is two meters in diameter. A small khaki badger is wandering around in the magical aura, like a living thing. The only flaw is that in this pure golden magic aura, there is a dark fragment that keeps chasing the golden badger, intending to swallow it. Needless to say, this is Voldemort's soul fragment, but the badger is very flexible, and it seems that the soul fragment can't do anything to it.

Looking at the Gaunt family ring again, Sherry was shocked, "Hey! How come there is no magic aura at all? Is it fake?"

Turn off the perspective of detecting magic and look again. He found that the ring was on the table. After another detection, it was still the same. He hurriedly walked forward, reached out and picked up the ring on the table, and put it in front of his eyes to look carefully.

A dark golden ring tightly clamped a black gem in the shape of a multi-faceted diamond. There was nothing else. The ring had no pattern or carving. In the center of the black gem, a vertical pupil surrounded by a triangle appeared quietly, which was the Peverell emblem. This shouldn't be fake? How can its aura be completely invisible?

"What's wrong? Professor Sherry, is there something wrong?" Dumbledore asked. He had to be cautious when it came to Voldemort.

"There doesn't seem to be any trace of magic on it. I don't feel any fragments of Voldemort's soul in it." After thinking for a while, Sherry stretched out his index finger, and a white light ball the size of a marble emerged from his fingertips and hovered above his finger. He brought this ball of light composed of positive energy close to the ring, and immediately a strange reaction occurred.

A puff of black smoke swept across Sherry's hand, just like a cold wind blowing out a candle, the positive energy suddenly extinguished. A cold, evil force invaded Sherry's hand upwards. But in the blink of an eye, Sherry's two arms had turned pure black.

"Hmph!" Sherry's two arms were broken at the shoulders, fell to the ground, and turned into a burst of light and disappeared. From the shoulders, there was a change, and two new arms grew out again.

"This?" Things happened too fast, and Dumbledore didn't have time to react before he saw Sherry's broken hands grow back in a moment. Sherry picked up the ring that fell on the ground. At this time, the ring was calm and there was no movement. Now it is certain that this ring is absolutely real.

"This ring is a bit strange," Sherry looked at Dumbledore, "It is worthy of being the Resurrection Stone, one of the Three Deathly Hallows!"

"Professor Sherry is really knowledgeable!" Dumbledore laughed, "In order to get it, we spent a huge price, and even almost lost our lives. If Professor Sherry hadn't reminded me to bring Severus with me, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to come back!"

"Now, except for the snake, the remaining Horcruxes are all in Hogwarts (including Harry)." Sherry said, "We must think of a way to make Voldemort fall into the trap automatically, so that we can destroy him in one fell swoop."

"Other Horcruxes are easy to say, just destroy them directly," Dumbledore hesitated, "but Harry?"

"Don't worry about this, I will take care of it." Sherry interrupted Dumbledore's words, he sneered in his heart, in the original destiny, you favored Harry Potter and Gryffindor everywhere, and gave him glory beyond ordinary people. But once you discovered Harry Potter's true identity, you let him play his greatest value, and then die, right? Sorry, I, Sherry's disciple, was not raised to this age just to be slaughtered like a pig by you.

"Really? Then I'm relieved!" Dumbledore's face was calm, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Voldemort has lost his human form and has become weaker than ever before, but he has also become more difficult to destroy than ever before," Sherry said, "He is not a Horcrux himself, he will only stay in an object and wait for us to destroy him. Once we start to destroy his Horcruxes, he will definitely find something wrong. At that time, he can hide anywhere and hide for decades easily."

"Yes, this is indeed difficult to deal with." Dumbledore said, rubbing his eyebrows, "but it is too difficult to find his whereabouts. Although he failed, there are still many of his diehard fans in the magic world."

"Since we can't find his soul, then we will give him a body!" Sherry said with a sneer. (To be continued)